Hoffa's face froze and his body petrified. This man is poisonous.
He took a deep breath and quietly took back the Chocolate Frog. The girl made a mess of his heart, which was full of interest and wanted to eat. As a man of two generations, he had never seen such a arrogant guy. He was more arrogant than Dracula Malfoy.
"I think you'll probably be assigned to Slytherin." Hoffa said faintly.
As he said this, he collected snacks in his pocket. He didn't want to stay in the car at all.
"How can it be!" The girl sneered, "how can an eagle flying high in the sky be associated with a snake lying underground?" The owl on her shoulder hissed with pride.
Girl: "I can only go to one college. It's the one with the least number of people in Hogwarts. It's also the place where smart people should stay..."
"Just be happy."
Hoffa pocketed all the food. Then he went to the door without looking back, opened the door, closed it, and walked away.
Hoffa didn't want to listen to her BB. He didn't know which college he would go to, but he already knew which college he didn't want to go to. He didn't want to go to any college where the girl went.
Leaving his car, Hoffa wandered through the corridor eating snacks all the way. In the room, all kinds of children are talking and laughing, promoting each other's friendship.
Passing a Slytherin carriage, Hoffa saw Tom Riddle leaning against his seat and talking and laughing. Apart from other things, this guy's charisma is not really built. The old clothes could not hide the leader's light in him.
Hoffa had some complaints. He didn't even find a friend in Hogwarts.
It's normal to think that he was not born into the wizard family, nor was he Harry's famous Savior, nor was he as handsome as Tom Riddle. Of course, he could only be a little transparent.
After shaking for half an hour, he was embarrassed.
As Hogwarts was approaching, everyone pulled up the curtains and began to undress and change their school robes.
There are people in the carriages here. Hoffa looks at his jeans and T-shirt and thinks he can't take off his clothes in the corridor.
As for going back and changing it, it's impossible. Hoffa doesn't want to see the face of the silver haired girl at all.
So Hoffa trotted down the corridor, looking for an empty carriage. After searching for a long time, he didn't find a suitable car. Because either it's a girl's car, we have to avoid suspicion. Or it's a crowded car with a lot of people.
Hoffa ran from the back to the front.
This is the only suitable one. There is only one person in this car. A girl in a black robe is sitting quietly in the car reading.
Although she is also a girl, there is only one. Hoffa, who is short of time, can't choose.
Hoffa knocked on the glass door.
The girl looked up at him calmly.
This is a gentle girl with round glasses, white skin, short black hair, grey pupils and slim figure.
Hoffa raised his school gown apologetically. She closed the book, got up and opened the door.
Hoffa got into the carriage and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, the other carriages are full. I have no place to change my clothes. Can I borrow your carriage?"
The girl nodded: "change it, it's almost there."
Then she helped Hoffa pull up the curtain. He got up and walked out of the car with his back against the door.
Hoffa quickly changed his clothes. After that, he opened the door and said, "OK, thank you."
The black haired girl nodded, got into the carriage and continued to read. I didn't mean to say a lot.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the car. Hoffa thought it might be her body fragrance. I can only hear the sound of books turning pages.
After a moment of silence.
Hoffa was a little curious, so he asked, "the other carriages are full, but why are you sitting alone in the carriage?"
Girl: "because I'm reading, they don't want to disturb me."
Hoffa looked down. On the yellow cover was war and peace. That book is familiar with Hoffa.
"War and peace... Do you read Muggle books?" Hoffa asked.
"Of course," said the girl, looking up at Hoffa slightly, as if reluctant to take up the subject. She turned the page and asked, "are you a freshman, too?"
"Yes."
Hoffa reached out, "Hoffa, Hoffa Bach."
The girl nodded and held out her hand: "Miranda goshak."
Hoffa feels strange, goshak?
Just now, the proud silver haired woman said something to herself: "Miller goshak"
so Hoffa asked, "do you have a brother named Miller?"
The girl looked up, pushed her glasses and gave a gentle smile: "sorry, I haven't heard of this person."
"Oh."Hoffa muttered and didn't care.
To be honest, he has almost forgotten that arrogant girl.
Taking out the palm of her hand, the black haired girl took out her wand and waved it casually.
Hoffa's clothes were all neatly folded, like tofu.
When she finished, she put the book back in the box and said to Hoffa, "don't bring anything. Someone will help us get it."
Miranda is as warm as jade from beginning to end. It's not urgent, it's not dry, and it doesn't show anything. Such a person is fit to be a friend.
In the last few minutes on the bus, Hoffa and Miranda chatted casually. The most common topic for freshmen to talk about together was college. But Miranda doesn't seem to care which college she goes to.
"In fact, apart from the location of the lounge, everything else in the college is the same, and the courses are the same." Miranda said.
"You seem to know Hogwarts very well," Hoffa Hodge said
Miranda said with a smile, "there are people in my family who work here. I've been in Hogwarts since I was three years old."
Hoffa always felt that the surname of goshak was familiar.
He quickly reached into his pocket. Sure enough, he saw the signature of ADBE goshak, the vice principal, on his freshman admission notice.
"Vice president, ADBE goshak, he's you..."
"He's my grandfather," Miranda sighed. "Excuse me, can we stop talking about this?"
...
...
ten minutes later, it was completely dark outside. The train slowly stopped at a small black platform.
The small passengers pushed and shoved towards the door.
Hoffa and his new acquaintance, golden thigh, walked all the way out of the train. The cold of the night made him shiver. Old lanterns swayed on the students' heads. He thought he would see Hagrid here, but he didn't.
Here is an old one eyed hunter on horseback. He turned his horse's head and yelled aggressively.
"Freshman, come with me!"
This must be a gamekeeper, Hoffa said. It's probably Hagrid's former gamekeeper.
As for Hagrid, he is now estimated to be just nine years old, and it will be two years before he can enter school.
Through the dark forest path.
The one eyed ranger of the hunting ground took a group of chattering children to the dark lake. By the lake, there are lots of small wooden boats.
On the other side of the lake, on the high hillside stands a towering castle with many spires and windows twinkling under the starry sky. Hogwarts as like as two peas in
, are almost the same as those described in the original.
System.
Ding!
[discover the wizard's secret land - Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry]
after 50% secret land exploration, you will get [one third of the magic fragments]
(one third of the magic fragments contain strange energy. After you get three pieces, you can upgrade one of your magic abilities. Current collection is 23)
after 100% secret land exploration, you will get [knowledge of the great God]
(knowledge of the great God) Before you have it, you have no idea of its possible power)
rarely, Hoffa ignores the systematic hints. Looking at the castle, he felt excited and his dream came true.
The gamekeeper jumped off his horse, picked up his bow and arrow and lifted the oil lamp. "Four in a boat, don't rob," he cried
The children got on the boat noisily.
Miranda sat next to Hoffa. Two strange students sat opposite Hoffa, talking and laughing. He was relieved that the haunted silver haired girl didn't come with him, which was better than any news.
The crowd sat down, and the boat moved in the Black Lake.
The children nearby point to the surrounding scenery, most of them are very excited.
Hoffa put his hand in the cold water of the lake.
The clatter of water made him feel very comfortable.
All of a sudden, the finger shallow tingling, raised his hand to see, Hoffa was startled.
It's a little mermaid rolled on his fingers. It has the appearance of Thumbelina, but its lower body is fishtail. After being found, the little mermaid ejected a water arrow on his face.
Hoffa quickly put his hand back into the Black Lake. The mermaid left his finger.
Miranda smiles: "the Scottish Lake demon, a magical creature, can grow up to be as big as a man. There are many here."
Hoffa turned his mouth and stopped putting his hand in the lake.
As we got closer to the castle, everyone held their breath. All that remained in the air was the sound of water. Through a few holes with dense ivy. Along a dark tunnel, it seems to come to the castle underground, and finally to a place similar to the underground wharf, and then climb up a piece of gravel and cobblestone ground.
On the other side of the lake, at the foot of Hogwarts.I don't know if it's his illusion. The school is much bigger than he imagined. The dark walls are endless, and there is no end to it. The towers at the top seem to be inserted into the clouds.
Walking to the door, Hoffa found some differences. Because he remembered that the gate of the castle was oak in the original work, but the gate he saw now was all engraved with black metal, with all kinds of strange patterns and words carved on it. It looks very old and solemn.
Have there been some unknown changes in the past half century? Hoffa thought, feeling his chin.
The door opened automatically, revealing the luxurious marble steps, and a group of people entered.
The one eyed old man on horseback dismounted at the gate of the stairs and kept up with the freshmen.
He reached out to stop the freshmen in the hall and said, "wait here. Don't talk."
But his words have no effect, a group of children clustered together, how can not speak.
Everyone was whispering and laughing.
Hoffa also wanted to talk to Miranda, but she just closed her mouth and shook her head slightly, indicating Hoffa not to talk like others.